And now we wait

Right, well that’s it. I can do no more now. This blog needs printing first thing tomorrow morning so Sylvia can read it over a burger in the garden with her new chickens.

Of course there’s every chance something could still go wrong. The car might break down en-route to Preston. Leaves on the line may delay me picking Beth up from the railway station. I might get hopelessly lost. Again.

But, the garden is (just about) accessible. The coop is built. The chocolate egg cake is chocolated and egged. I have my shopping list ready to go. Friends and family are briefed on arrangements for tomorrow. Those who can make it early will hide their cars and then hide themselves in the garden. Those who are coming back in the taxi with Sylvia and Eve will pretend to leave after dropping her off, then sneak down to the garden – somehow – while I’m giving Sylvia her first present – a DVD of the first series of The Good Life in the house, a recommendation from my friend “Kendal Gemma”. She laughed lots when I told her about my sustainable present to my favourite sandal wearer and clearly expects me to be managing home farm before the year’s out. If the penny doesn’t drop then, then the second and third presents (two chicken books from Amazon) ought to give the game away.

That’s all assuming a two year old boy can keep his gob shut about the fact there are 4 new chickens in his garden. And assuming 4 18-week old hens can keep their beaks shut while I get the girlfriend indoors. Who knows, it might all go wrong. But I tried. Four weeks ago when I first had this silly idea, I couldn’t see it happening. But, happen it has. Now it’s time for me to hand over the reins of the Idris Eggs blog to you Sylvia.